Stay Chill

Color Fire To The Rescue

On this snowy day, Color Fire was looking around for that Peter Walker, and making sure he is put to justice. If the police or Luna are unable to take him down at present time, he will take Walker down himself if he has to. Heck, he might die trying in finding Walker if he wanted to.

"come on, monster." He said to himself. "Come out wherever you are."

Despite him calling out to the brute. He was nowhere to be seen and it looked like he is trying to hide from the law, considering that Walker is a very dangerous and violent. Either way, he had to stop him from causing any more harm or damage to innocent people.

He growled, becoming a little more frustrated at finding this beast. Looking down below him, he saw a man looking throwing out items from what seems to he a purse or a women's bag. He was throwing out small brushes, makeup stuff, and other things.

This man had a buzz cut and a black cap to cover his head, and his face somewhat resembled a horse a little bit with yellow teeth. Obviously, it was a mugger or a crook up to no good. Color Fire hovered down to the ground, and approached the man without fear.

"Hey! Vous!" he called.

The ugly man looked back at the hero and gasped in fright. "Oh. Uh, what do you want?"

"I can easily tell that this is an old lady's purse." Color Fire then crossed his arms like an angry parent about to berate or scold his children.

"What? No no no, i didn't steal anything. This is my wife's purse. She lost it and I noticed her credit card was missing."

"And you are doing it in the woods, why?"

The mugger looked to and fro nervously, trying to come up with an excuse. "Well, i... I mean... gah!" he pulled out a desert eagle gun and began shooting at him, panicking.

"I knew it," Mason thought. "Just a petty mugger." he raised his right arm and melted the bullets with fire balls. This mugger kept firing until he officially ran out of bullets, and he never been so scared before.

"Look man, don't kill me!"

"Relax, crook. I won't kill you. I'm just gonna return the purse to the lady that you stole from, and put toy in the Stony-Lonesome like every other criminal behind bars." he eventually found the lady while hovering and carrying the mugger to prison. "Here you go, lady." said Mason.

It was an African-American lady around her forties and she smiled gratefully at being brought her personal belongings back. "Thank you, Color Fire. I hope you give this no-good brute a nice whooping."

"Heh, he's not even worth it. Off to prison we go." then he flew off, carrying the petty criminal to the security prison, and just dropped him while in midair. "He's all yours, officers."

"Thanks Color Fire. Hope that Luna feels better." said the warden.

"She will." Mason was actually doing very well being the superhero of Royal Woods. Deep down, he knew that Luna didn't have much to worry about. Peter Walker was afraid of fire like Frankenstein's monster, and it was possibly the only weakness to that fiend. While scoping the area below him some more, he heard a woman cry for help.

It sounded like the woman was very desperate and scared. Looking below, Mason saw a young couple being harassed by a bunch of thugs, and they were being pushed around by these goons, probably up to seven, eight, or nine of them.

"Hey! Leave them alone!" Color Fire barked.

The thugs glared at him, and the leader said: "mind your business, stupid flame boy. We're having fun here!"

"That's Color Fire to you. Leave now!"

"We don't have to deal with that kind of talk. Get him boys!" he, and the rest of the goons charged at Color Fire, but he made a great jump, and did an athletic jump and blasted some fireballs over at the goons butts, making them yelp in pain. All of them were screaming and looking hysterical as they were afraid, it was almost hysterical and funny watching them bounce like a flock of wild turkeys.